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February 27, 2015
Letters to all the people I have kissed captures all manner of romantic relationships. xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx's use of figurative language and imagery, innovative phrasing, and character development makes each story stand alone so that there is something for every reader to relate to.
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i. Rob
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
ii. Jonny
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
iii. Thomas
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
iv. Liam
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
v. Pete
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
vi. Helen
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.
vii. Natalie
you grabbed my face with blushed pink hands and vodka breath
and you tasted like gin but I let you kiss me as if I was a glass of
strawberry daiquiri, I let you drink me in as if I was a mojito;
and you woke up with the sharp tang of mint on your tongue, and
an empty memory.
viii. Oxford
when I was younger, you were a puff of cigarette smoke and
a bunch of dirty stories, but now you are a forgotten kiss, a
lingering regret.
ix. Kirk
you went to durham and I swear I could see the city’s river
in your eyes, the castle in your mouth, and I tangled the spires
of king’s cathedral and st andrew the great with your fingers and
two ancient cities met with a smile, with a kiss, that could not bridge
the miles of distances, could not fold these road maps tight enough;
we were stood either side of the north south divide
and you never bothered to call me the next day anyway.
x. Pete
you had been searching for a damsel but settled for
quixote, found adventure in helping me fight imaginary dragons
but distance is a funny thing and as I tumble across continents
and drift over oceans, your white horse rears on the shoreline
and you wish on falling stars for impossible things.
xi. Aslan
we were fire meeting fire, two fixed points throwing out lines and
hoping they would intersect but if they did not we would not stoop
and try again. we were stubbornness meeting defiance, we were
sharp teeth meeting sharper arrows, a lion and a hunter trying to
stifle natural instincts, but instincts override, instincts overpower
and now we play hunter and hunted in never-ending loops through
the bamboo groves of china.
xii. Illyia
curiosity killed the cat. curiosity led me to your bed but
your hands kept me there as your mouth tripped over english, over things
you didn’t mean. you were not curiosity, you were danger and I was a foolish
cat, thankful for her nine lives, thankful for falling on her feet.
xiii. Charlotte
when we kissed I swear the universe unfolded on the underside
of my eyelids, because squeezing them shut so hard praying that this was
real left me with swimming storms of cobalt blue, lilac blossoms and
sprinklings of stars winking in the twilight. you were a sun burning under my
fingers, me a mere satellite, a comet lassoed by your gravity, helpless
under your lips, weak at the knees from your atmosphere.
we kissed like lovers and woke up as friends and I love you like a sister
and we can laugh now at the table, but the blush remains pink on our
cheeks, the memories froth from the white wash of my oceanic dreams
and I toss over waves of sleep, your light arching through the night.
xiv. Antonio
I expected italian passion, and you gave me tongue and teeth and
a passion that burned, that scorched, that singed.
xv. Darcy
your card tricks have nothing on the magic spell you cast on my heart-
I still don't know how I fell so fast, fell so hard as our planes
parted the skies like pulling curtains open and now the daylight holds sadness,
the nights sea-foam memories of your crooked seven-of-diamonds smile, your
broken jack-of-spades fingers. I was the joker that never fit in with
your deck, but we were so close it hurt.
(I swear the king-of-hearts is winking at me and my passport is squirming
in my pocket to pull the red-velvet curtains shut on this interval, to
fold into your house of cards with an ace-of-clubs sigh).
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
ii. Jonny
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
iii. Thomas
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
iv. Liam
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
v. Pete
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
vi. Helen
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.
vii. Natalie
you grabbed my face with blushed pink hands and vodka breath
and you tasted like gin but I let you kiss me as if I was a glass of
strawberry daiquiri, I let you drink me in as if I was a mojito;
and you woke up with the sharp tang of mint on your tongue, and
an empty memory.
viii. Oxford
when I was younger, you were a puff of cigarette smoke and
a bunch of dirty stories, but now you are a forgotten kiss, a
lingering regret.
ix. Kirk
you went to durham and I swear I could see the city’s river
in your eyes, the castle in your mouth, and I tangled the spires
of king’s cathedral and st andrew the great with your fingers and
two ancient cities met with a smile, with a kiss, that could not bridge
the miles of distances, could not fold these road maps tight enough;
we were stood either side of the north south divide
and you never bothered to call me the next day anyway.
x. Pete
you had been searching for a damsel but settled for
quixote, found adventure in helping me fight imaginary dragons
but distance is a funny thing and as I tumble across continents
and drift over oceans, your white horse rears on the shoreline
and you wish on falling stars for impossible things.
xi. Aslan
we were fire meeting fire, two fixed points throwing out lines and
hoping they would intersect but if they did not we would not stoop
and try again. we were stubbornness meeting defiance, we were
sharp teeth meeting sharper arrows, a lion and a hunter trying to
stifle natural instincts, but instincts override, instincts overpower
and now we play hunter and hunted in never-ending loops through
the bamboo groves of china.
xii. Illyia
curiosity killed the cat. curiosity led me to your bed but
your hands kept me there as your mouth tripped over english, over things
you didn’t mean. you were not curiosity, you were danger and I was a foolish
cat, thankful for her nine lives, thankful for falling on her feet.
xiii. Charlotte
when we kissed I swear the universe unfolded on the underside
of my eyelids, because squeezing them shut so hard praying that this was
real left me with swimming storms of cobalt blue, lilac blossoms and
sprinklings of stars winking in the twilight. you were a sun burning under my
fingers, me a mere satellite, a comet lassoed by your gravity, helpless
under your lips, weak at the knees from your atmosphere.
we kissed like lovers and woke up as friends and I love you like a sister
and we can laugh now at the table, but the blush remains pink on our
cheeks, the memories froth from the white wash of my oceanic dreams
and I toss over waves of sleep, your light arching through the night.
xiv. Antonio
I expected italian passion, and you gave me tongue and teeth and
a passion that burned, that scorched, that singed.
xv. Darcy
your card tricks have nothing on the magic spell you cast on my heart-
I still don't know how I fell so fast, fell so hard as our planes
parted the skies like pulling curtains open and now the daylight holds sadness,
the nights sea-foam memories of your crooked seven-of-diamonds smile, your
broken jack-of-spades fingers. I was the joker that never fit in with
your deck, but we were so close it hurt.
(I swear the king-of-hearts is winking at me and my passport is squirming
in my pocket to pull the red-velvet curtains shut on this interval, to
fold into your house of cards with an ace-of-clubs sigh).
Literature
Writer
I am a scientist;
Pinning down ideas
like butterflies
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
their life.
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
my ears.
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
my own.
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
conduction.
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantas
Literature
hush
i'm done wishing
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
--
maybe i'll wish
on seashells
instead:
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
Literature
honeysuckle
i cant discard those sunsoaked flower petal days
the fragrance of the warmed rough sidewalk
and the air slipping past as soft as forgetting
honeysuckle bloom yields a small kiss of nectar
one that rolls and sings across the tongue in f major
and you would yield small kisses
and i would yield also
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14/1/15 changed some names, didn't change others
this was a surprisingly introspective thing to do, super cathartic too.
Update:
xvi. Mireille
there was something about the way you
laughed, something about the way you
kissed, something about the way you
left. there was something, and now,
nothing.
xvii. Charlotte
we are distant cities tethered by a
winding silk road, we are venice and
luoyang, we are so far apart and yet
so close and I am sending camel
caravans full of copper kettles, kisses
and heavy gold armour. you send back
porcelain, bone china, things so fragile
I am too scared to hold you. I am too
scared, and you are too beautiful.
xviii. Jenni
the birds chorused the dawn when your
lips met mine, and for a setting that was
so damn romantic, all we could was laugh
and agree to never kiss again.
Update II (2015-2017) 21/6/17
xix. Tyler
smoke screens can't hide
open eyes and wistless
sighs.
xx. Sofi
the beacon of the eiffel tower
circled above us like a vulture,
eyeing up our meager morsels of
romance and deciding it
wasn't enough of a ration
to last us long in a city built
for lasting love.
xxi. Lucas
the band said "stay a little bit
longer" and you were a wink
and a smile and a fading voice
calling for me in the open air
with a kiss that promised
nothing more than that.
xxii. Matt
the lake was ink and you were
clay, we roamed the streets as
jackals and dissipated in the dawn.
Update III (2017) 4/11/17
xxiii. Shiva
accordions fell silent the day
we kissed, but their song has
been thrumming in my veins
ever since. it is the tempo of
anticipation, and of patience,
and of something close to
peace in the midst of the
tempest skies of London.
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this was a surprisingly introspective thing to do, super cathartic too.
Update:
xvi. Mireille
there was something about the way you
laughed, something about the way you
kissed, something about the way you
left. there was something, and now,
nothing.
xvii. Charlotte
we are distant cities tethered by a
winding silk road, we are venice and
luoyang, we are so far apart and yet
so close and I am sending camel
caravans full of copper kettles, kisses
and heavy gold armour. you send back
porcelain, bone china, things so fragile
I am too scared to hold you. I am too
scared, and you are too beautiful.
xviii. Jenni
the birds chorused the dawn when your
lips met mine, and for a setting that was
so damn romantic, all we could was laugh
and agree to never kiss again.
Update II (2015-2017) 21/6/17
xix. Tyler
smoke screens can't hide
open eyes and wistless
sighs.
xx. Sofi
the beacon of the eiffel tower
circled above us like a vulture,
eyeing up our meager morsels of
romance and deciding it
wasn't enough of a ration
to last us long in a city built
for lasting love.
xxi. Lucas
the band said "stay a little bit
longer" and you were a wink
and a smile and a fading voice
calling for me in the open air
with a kiss that promised
nothing more than that.
xxii. Matt
the lake was ink and you were
clay, we roamed the streets as
jackals and dissipated in the dawn.
Update III (2017) 4/11/17
xxiii. Shiva
accordions fell silent the day
we kissed, but their song has
been thrumming in my veins
ever since. it is the tempo of
anticipation, and of patience,
and of something close to
peace in the midst of the
tempest skies of London.
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Edit: 26th February 2015 DAILY DEVIATION....
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Hahaha, at first I laughed when I read the title ( not in a bad way ).
I really had fun reading this, especially the one with Natalie (vii)
I really had fun reading this, especially the one with Natalie (vii)